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She stayed put as Mahler paused to acknowledge her, and regarded him with a backward flick of a raven-tipped lobe and the curve of an amused smirk. He veered in her direction and Nyx, welcoming him to her with a lazy flop of her peppered plume, found herself quietly contemplating his comment.

Pregnancy suited her, apparently. Her mind reeled at the statement, paranoia gripping her chest tightly. Was that a suggestion that he might know more about the outcome of her first? Nyx studied the dark leader's features for a silent moment before she let herself settle, and chose to play along.

"I know," she lifted her muzzle, feigning arrogance, "how is fatherhood treating you? Bored, yet?"